Lestin, or Lest, was an ambitious thief since childhood. A skilled pickpocket who was often mocked by his fellow thieves early in his career, for they always wondered how someone could be a thief with such large, clopping hooves!
He always had the last laugh, because somehow he could move so lightly he'd never make a sound, and his hooves always gave him a good fall-back alibi. "But officer, surely they would have heard me coming with hooves like these!"
From a street urchin picking pockets, he grew into a bold burglar as a young adult, finding that while coin-purses would get him from week to week, rich manses and wizard towers would set him up for life!

His first successful heist was an old manor in one of the richer districts of town. He scoped the place out for a month, forgoing his usual thievery to plan the first big job of his career. He knew all the guard's routes and when the shift switched, and even spent a good deal of his remaining gold to bribe one of the household's haggard servants into telling him where the saferoom was, and how many big locks were on the doors.
With little more than a rope, a slightly rusted lockpick set, and his own wit, guile and agility, he was in and out in less than an hour, with more gold in one take than he'd made in any of his previous years combined!
He left the treasure room locked, and snuck out, safe in the knowledge the household wouldn't know about the missing funds until they next counted the many stacks of gold still left behind, a task Lest mused must take days at a time...

Skipping town with his pilfered profits, he quickly hit up a clothier in the next city, buying expensive garmets to better suit his wealth, and celebrated at the more expensive taverns and brothels.
What could have brought him a home, a farm, and several years of comfort, lasted a few months. By the time Lestin had sobered up from the last of several bottles of wine, he found his funds were gone, and he was right back to where he started.
Of course, not one to learn from his mistakes, he simply found a manor as large as the one he'd robbed in the last city, and, to put a long story short, the tale predictably repeated itself.
A successful heist, followed by months of debauchery.
What self-respecting young ram rogue could resist?


Art by  pandottermon!